The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

1893, November. The dream came again, sharp as a splinter in the mind. Elias Thorne woke with his hands clenched, the sheets twisted tight around his hips. In the darkness of the small room, he saw Martha. She stood at the foot of the bed, wearing a white shroud that billowed without wind. Her face was blank, not sad, just empty. The fabric around her was cold, he knew it by the chill that...

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